The Night-Blooming Cereus (Harriet Monroe Poems)
FLOWER of the moon!Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;Yea, purer than pearls in deep ...
FLOWER of the moon!Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;Yea, purer than pearls in deep ...
1.He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black—A lover come from legends long ago—With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,And ...
Once as a boy I dreamedWhere wider waters gleamed Of ships belowThe slowly gathering western stars,The last of sunset in their ...
Just as of old sweet Avon winds its way, Embracing yellow corn and meadow land, The harvest moon makes night a sweeter ...
Beneath thy Midas touch life's sullen graysAre thrilled to sudden gold; as some far gleamFrom wings of Helios athwart thy ...
Into what beech or silvern birch, O friendSuspected ever of a dryad strain,Hast crept at last, delighting to regainThy sylvan ...
Ave! 'Tis the maiden moonTo the westward wending,There to sink, alas, too soonWith her star attending.Doth he linger o'er her ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon,Riding at anchor off the orient sun,Had broken its cable, and stood out to spaceDown some ...
THE CYNDUS1Beneath th' triumphal blue, th' riotous day, Her silvern galley beats the black flood white, Whilst the long sillage ...
By an alien dream despatched and drivenIn a land to strange stars given,Stars that summoned forth the moon,Singing a strange ...
There's that in our lone Bush, I know not what,Which 'genders silence; I've all that to learn.Here, there and everywhere, ...
Here in the inmost of the master's heartThis violet crisp with early dewHas come to leave her beauty and to ...
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,The ways through the woods, the singing blackbirdAnd the joys of ...
A deep bell that links the downsTo the drowsy air;Every loop of sound that swoons,Finds a circle fair,Whereon it doth ...
MARY, Mistress Mary, How does your garden grow? From your uplands airy, Mary, Mistress Mary, Float the chimes of faery ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
A deep bell that links the downs To the drowsy air; Every loop of sound that swoons, Finds a circle ...
Here in the inmost of the master's heart This violet crisp with early dew Has come to leave her beauty ...
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